[Rinea wipes the remainder of her tear tracks with her free hand, holding gladly onto Somnus's offered arm with the other. It's not exactly dignified, but Somnus has seen enough of her mess already. He will surely forgive her the lack of a handkerchief.
Rinea keeps her face turned to their surroundings as they walk through the now-deserted halls of the theater, though her mind remains on their tumultuous encounter. It's easier, somehow, to talk side by side; when she speaks again, it's soft, mostly recovered from her miserable outburst.]
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Rinea keeps her face turned to their surroundings as they walk through the now-deserted halls of the theater, though her mind remains on their tumultuous encounter. It's easier, somehow, to talk side by side; when she speaks again, it's soft, mostly recovered from her miserable outburst.]
Do you.. place trust in other people, sir Somnus?